February 18, 2014

a
young woman whose body and its language says she wants to be
invisible more than anything else empties her bag on the bench and
sorts her things after size with the biggest nearest to her she puts
them back one after one from her skinniness I assume she's starving
herself she has the complexion of yellow moonlight

maelstrom
the
step before oblivion
is a matchstick girl

a young man
dressed in new clothes following the fashion of his peers walks
around in tiny measured steps following paths only he himself can see
he seems uncomfortable as if he really doesn't know what kind of
behaviour and gait goes with the image he tries to convey he walks as
if he's afraid to touch the ground

all grey the rain the eyes in
the wall in the crowd

they've recently converted to Islam
these two Danish women in their early twenties they exchange
experiences with living in a male dominated sub culture of quasi
fundamentalists from their facial expressions it's hard I can see
though they confirm to each other that it's exciting they adjust the
scarf covering their hair one putting a stray strand back under the
other's scarf they're sitting behind me on a double bench forgetful
of how loud their voices are Ali does this Muhammed does that it's
very hush hush

February 13, 2014

The turning point in crime
shows was when we began seeing the detective as a person. No longer
was it the crime -> case solved straight line but we got to know a
little about how the (imaginative) hero was as a person. Depths were
added to the supposed reality of the genre. Nowadays it's standard.

What do you do, then, when
you think the hero or heroes of a crime show are utterly
uninteresting and superficial persons?

February 07, 2014

”No,
you're not. You're born in Denmark and it takes more than flirting
with a culture to actually be a part of it.”

”I
can try, can't I? I mean, I'm taking lessons in language, brush
painting, cooking and what have you. I'm thinking of going there as
soon as I can.”

”When
will that be? You haven't got the money and you're afraid of flying.”

”Man,
you're always so negative! Can't you just be glad I have something
that excites me?”

”Of
course I can, but you won't become Japanese no matter how many
courses you take. And besides, they would never accept you as one of
theirs if you ever get to go. You'll be a foreigner for 10
generations or more.”

”Says
you. What do you know?!.”

“I
know they work very long hours and you haven't held on to even a part
time job for more than 2 weeks. You couldn't survive in Japan. Not on
the same terms the Japanese live.”

“Shut
it! Have you seen the band-aids? These damn straw sandals give me
blisters.”